Chapter 250: Xingyi

At noon, the sun was scorching, baking the earth. The leaves on the trees were listless, all wilted.

Xu Qing felt dizzy, his head throbbing. A stifling pressure in his chest made him feel as if he were suffocating. From nearby, a pungent, fishy smell assaulted him, almost making him vomit.

With the slightest movement, he felt an excruciating pain in the back of his head; his skull felt as if it had shattered. His ears buzzed, and he nearly passed out again.

Xu Qing struggled to open his eyes. At first bewildered, his hair then stood on end as he stared in disbelief at his surroundings, almost roaring aloud.

Filth surrounded him: rotting substances, pig bones, fish heads, white plastic bags, and other refuse. It was a polluted, chaotic mess, and the stench was overwhelming.

For someone with mysophobia, this was an absolute nightmare. His scalp tingled, and his eyes held a terrifying grimness.

As the youngest Xingyi Grandmaster in this era of global change, he was like a blazing sun in the sky, revered and overlooking all. He had never experienced anything like this.

"Ah..." Xu Qing cried out. He couldn't bear it. Though usually calm and refined, he was now on the verge of madness. What kind of experience was this?

He was inside a large garbage bin, head down and feet up. Half his face was pressed against the filthy, rotting matter, and he was breathing the foulest air, almost suffocating.

The large garbage bin exploded, shattering into pieces. Xu Qing leaped out, stretching his limbs, and vigorously shook himself in mid-air, wishing he could shed his own skin.

His eyebrows were furrowed, and his eyes gleamed with terrifying coldness. To him, this experience was no different from the sky falling and the earth collapsing.

He landed on the ground, a sharp pain shooting through the back of his head again. His body swayed precariously. He looked down to see his white clothes smeared with colorful grime, so dirty he himself felt like vomiting.

Who did this? He was beside himself with rage, on the verge of madness.

However, Xu Qing was no ordinary person. He did not lose his sanity, forcing himself to calm down. With piercingly cold eyes, he released his spiritual sense, sweeping it across his surroundings.

Simultaneously, he checked his own condition. The injuries to the back of his head and his back were not serious. He activated his Xingyi breathing technique, and his head glowed, healing his injuries.

Soon after, he confirmed he had no major issues. Only then did he begin to search with cold eyes. The breathing of any living creature within several miles was within his perception.

With a whoosh, he rushed into the elegant villa. Upon returning to the living room, he felt as if struck by lightning. He clenched his fists, his body trembling uncontrollably, knuckles turning white, and a grinding sound coming from between his teeth.

Xu Qing's eyes were like gleaming knives, sharp and penetrating. Killing intent surged from him. Since his debut, he had never suffered such a great loss!

He had always been the one to scheme against others, rarely taking action himself. King-level creatures either died or bowed in submission before him. Yet today, someone had violently struck the back of his head, stolen his peerless boxing technique, and thrown him into a garbage bin.

How absurd this was! Even he found it hard to believe his own experience!

Xu Qing said nothing, rushing out of the villa. He leaped onto the tallest building, gazing in all directions. His eyes were like two bolts of lightning, accompanied by his spiritual sense, searching for any trace of his enemy.

Finally, he chose a direction and pursued, only to return soon after. He then changed direction again, rushing away.

Xu Qing unleashed his strongest spiritual sense, changing directions several times in pursuit, but found nothing.

"Ah..." Finally, he returned to the villa area and let out a roar that conveyed his immense rage, like surging magma erupting skyward. Many buildings in the area shook, on the verge of collapse.

Who was it? Xu Qing, in his white clothes, was on the verge of madness. Was this person here just for the boxing manual? They hadn't killed him, but merely thrown him into a garbage bin.

But this humiliation fueled his hatred even more!

He knew that the attacker was terrifying. To be able to approach him without being detected beforehand was truly frightening, especially since he was a Xingyi Grandmaster who had broken six shackles!

A dozen miles away, Chu Feng was completely absorbed in studying a very thin and soft animal hide that depicted the Twelve True Forms.

He hadn't gone far, staying in another abandoned villa area. Hearing the enraged roar at that moment, he couldn't help but look up, gaze out the window, and reveal a faint smile.

Chu Feng had previously delved deeply into Xingyi boxing. Now, studying the ancient rare book, he quickly grasped its essence. Standing in the living room, he continuously practiced the Twelve True Forms, and quickly got the feel for it.

Later, he even discovered some hidden breathing techniques.

Chu Feng was captivated. He practiced while studying the animal hide diagram, repeating the movements again and again. A luminous mist emerged from his mouth and nose, and his body felt warm.

Forgetting about sleep and food, he was now completely obsessed with martial arts, devoting his entire mind to pondering the Xingyi Twelve True Forms.

He arched his body like a true dragon and shot forth like lightning; this was the Dragon Form. With a whoosh, he pierced through a wall, traversing eight hundred meters through the air, maintaining this posture the entire time, ready to unleash supreme power at any moment.

At this moment, he felt a mysterious energy surging within him, penetrating his spine, as if a great dragon had come to life.

After landing, he let out a low roar. He crouched down, then leaped up, like a peerless divine tiger emerging, carrying a fierce aura of brutality, as if having fought his way out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. This was the Xingyi Tiger Form.

Next, he rose gracefully, like a swallow soaring through the sky. His posture was elegant and nimble; this was the Xingyi Swallow Form.

Chu Feng repeatedly analyzed and practiced. The white mist from his mouth and nose grew denser; it was spiritual essence and the vital energy of life. He gradually mastered the Xingyi breathing technique, understanding it more thoroughly.

His earlier foundation played a crucial role. He had practiced Xingyi boxing in Yuxu Palace and had already thoroughly understood several of the True Forms. Now, with the authentic ancient method, success came naturally.

As the red sun began to set, Chu Feng's communicator rang, interrupting his practice. It was Old Man Lu Tong calling him.

"Kid, the person you asked about has finally been identified," Lu Tong said. "That old Grandmaster from Wudang Mountain used to be called Wu Qifeng, but that was his secular name, which he stopped using many years ago."

After Chu Feng took the Xingyi boxing manual, he had contacted Lu Tong, casually asking him to check if there was a king-level expert named Wu Qifeng. He hadn't expected there actually was one, and that it was the old Grandmaster from Wudang Mountain!

He immediately put down the boxing manual, shocked into seriousness, his eyes growing cold. Did this white-clothed person intend to kill that century-old Grandmaster?

Chu Feng hadn't forgotten the kindness shown to him. When the mutants targeted him, this old Grandmaster had twice stood up for him, confronting the Peacock King and others from afar. This time, he had even come to Jiangxi and fought the marine race.

"Old Man," Chu Feng said very seriously, "you must find a way to contact this old Grandmaster and tell him that a young white-clothed man, a Xingyi Grandmaster, wants to kill him. At the same time, investigate the background of this young Xingyi Grandmaster!"

Then, he put away the boxing manual and rushed out of the villa. He was going to kill the white-clothed man!

He felt some regret. This person was indeed not benevolent, colluding with the marine race to kill the old Grandmaster of Wudang Mountain.

The air exploded as Chu Feng shot across the sky. A single leap covered over a thousand meters, moving at five and a half times the speed of sound. A distance of several miles was reached in an instant for him!

Chu Feng landed in the Jinhai Villa Area, his feet cracking the ground and sending earth and stones tumbling. He made no attempt to conceal his aura; he had come to kill!

From a distance, he threw a punch, luminous flames surging from his right hand. This ability, gained when he broke his first shackle, erupted, piercing through the villa and shattering it into ashes.

Unfortunately, the person was long gone, and the area was silent.

With Chu Feng's spiritual sense, any biological activity within several miles would not escape his perception. He was certain that the white-clothed young man was no longer there.

"What a pity," he murmured, cold light flickering in his eyes.

However, he wasn't overly worried. With Lu Tong's warning, the old Grandmaster from Wudang Mountain should be safe from ambush.

If the old Grandmaster didn't know the truth and felt a kinship with the white-clothed man as a fellow human, he truly might have suffered a fatal blow.

Now that he was prepared, as a peerless expert who had broken six shackles, it would be truly difficult to kill him.

"I didn't expect you'd really be such a menace. If I'd known, I would've just strangled you!" Chu Feng muttered to himself.

However, he then smiled. Throwing such a gifted individual into a garbage bin, he guessed the Xingyi Grandmaster would never forget the humiliation, even if it drove him mad.

"We'll meet again sooner or later. I'll kill you with Xingyi boxing!" Chu Feng said, then turned and disappeared into the sunset.

He guessed that the Xingyi Grandmaster wanted to kill Wu Qifeng to obtain the Tai Chi boxing manual.

In the evening, he entered Hongdu, Jiangxi's largest city. Looking at the flickering neon lights and rows of skyscrapers, he shook his head, feeling he was almost a "wild man," detached from urban life.

He ate his fill, drank a few glasses of wine, and then left again. It wasn't time to return to city life yet; he still had things to do.

"Chu Feng, it's confirmed that Black Teng is still on Mount Sanqing," the voice on the communicator said. "And you need to be careful. Northeastern Tiger found out from the marine race that someone from the South Sea delivered weapons to him. Be cautious!"

"Alright, I'll go kill him first thing tomorrow!" Chu Feng nodded, knowing it was time to eliminate a major enemy.

He knew that his return couldn't be kept secret for long. Even if he hid in the shadows, he would gradually be noticed, especially after he took action.

At that time, there would certainly be great upheavals, and a peerless battle was inevitable!

In the evening, Chu Feng completely immersed himself in studying the Xingyi Twelve True Forms in the villa. The more he studied, the more profound he found them, and a joyous smile appeared on his face.

Finally, as he performed one True Form after another, his breathing gradually led him into a wondrous state. His entire body glowed, enveloped in radiant brilliance, shimmering brightly.

At this time, with his breathing, it was as if dragon roars, tiger growls, eagle cries, and swallow chirps emanated from his mouth and nose. His whole body seemed forged from divine metal, firm and indestructible!

Chu Feng knew he was on the right track. He had stepped into the hall of Xingyi, gradually mastering the hidden breathing techniques within the Twelve True Forms!

This was incredibly beneficial to him. An additional breathing technique was equivalent to gaining extra time for evolution, enhancing his physique and promoting his transformation.

Under the starlight and moonlight, ethereal mists swirled around him, glowing faintly in the dim light. The vitality within him surged like a vast ocean, and he grew increasingly powerful!

That night, Black Teng hosted the three-eyed man in a Taoist temple on Mount Sanqing. They drank and conversed, both with satisfied smiles.

They were conspiring to kill Chu Feng. Black Teng also thought Xu Qing's idea was good: instead of searching for Chu Feng, it was better to let him willingly walk into their trap to his death!

"I hear several experts from the South Sea have arrived to help you deal with Chu Feng?" the three-eyed man asked.

Black Teng nodded, saying, "Yes, four marine generals under my second brother. They brought Dragon-Locking Stakes, which can set up a field. If Demon King Chu comes, he won't be able to escape, even if he had wings!"

The three-eyed man smiled, "Then I'm relieved. I'll leave tomorrow morning to find a suitable beast king to be the 'mastermind' and fall guy."

Also late at night, Xu Qing, the young Xingyi Grandmaster, walked through the mountains, his eyes cold. He hadn't contacted the three-eyed man yet because he had various thoughts, even suspecting the marine race!

In the morning, before dawn, Chu Feng set off, hurrying towards Mount Sanqing!